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Lest life's young golden beams should die,
In sudden, endless night.
S. M. 249.
The Sinner arrested. 1 MY former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
In trespasses and sins." 2 Ah! whither shall I fly ?
Where seek for mercy's door?
And justice armed with power. 3 When I review my ways,
I dread th' impending doom ;
“ Flee from the wrath to come !" 4 Oh! that I now might see
Some glimmering from afar,
7s and 68. 250.
The Sinner disquieted.
Why fill my eyes with tears ?
The smile of beauty wears:
Is every lab'ring thought?
With gloom and sadness fraught? 2 The pleasures that deceived me
My soul no more can charm;
And filled me with alarm;
Are empty as the wind;
What comfort shall I find 1
3 If inward, still enquiring,
I turn my searching eye,
I raise my feeble cry,
To cheer my troubled breast,
To give my spirit rest.
Is there no refuge nigh ?
And leaves thee thus to die :
Before the throne of grace;
C. M. 251.
Conviction by the Law. 1 LORD! how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!
And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;
But since the precept came,
I find how vile I am.
Till terribly I saw-
Is thine eternal law.
My sins revived again :
And all my hopes are slain.
For some kind power to save,-.
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control 3
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
Regard, in time, the warning kind;
And yet the gate of mercy find.
With hardened, self-destroying man;
May never hear his voice again.
Thy last accepted time may be:
S. M. 253.
Man condemned before God.
Be just before his God?
We fall beneath his rod.
With strict enquiring eyes,
A just excuse dévise ?
Who can with thee contend 3
Shall prosper in the end?
Their ancient seats forsake;
Her rooted pillars shake.
Contend with such a God ?
But through the Saviour's blood.
1 ASTONISHED and distressed,
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
4 This done, my cheerful voice
The Saviour's Invitation.
255. 1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear Attend the heavenly sound; Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
3 Ye sinners! come; 't is mercy's voice; The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,-
4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
Rest for the 1 COME, weary souls! with sin distressed, Come, and accept the promised rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon and life, and endless peace,How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 3 Lord! we accept, with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart; We come, with trembling; yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice.
4 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love Confirm our faith,-our fears remove; Oh! sweetly reign in every breast, And guide us to eternal rest.
1 LET every mortal ear attend,
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
Here you may quench your raging thirst
5 Rivers of love and mercy, here,
Like floods of milk and wine.